A Rose in a Dead Meadow

It all starts with once upon a time, just like how this town was described to the younger generations. 

Once upon a time, there were lush forests that covered half of the town. Once upon a time, there was a big lake near the woods where the carnivals took place. 

All in the past tense, because all was destroyed a decade before they were born. Now those places only remained in the memories of the elders of the town. It could only be seen that in the black and white photos and they could only imagine the colors; the greens of the forest, the blues of the lake and the bright yellows of the sun. 

It was all gray now. Big buildings that replaced the trees, a ginormous shopping mall replaced the lake. Everywhere were same, everyone looked the same. There were no colors left in life, only the fake pigments that were imposed on them.

In all the monotonousness, she shined like a rainbow. The way she talked, the way she sounded was like a melody from a beautiful song. Her mannerisms, her style was so different that she stand out in a crowd. She was the pigment of color, a real one, in the middle of a melancholy. A new hope…